It is perhaps a sad commentary on our times—or on my own twisted imagination—that when I saw the title of the film Audre Myers‘s reviewed this week, I thought it might have something to do with Michael Jackson’s troubled, unusual relationships with minors.
Fortunately, that was not the case (which would have been quite incongruous for Audre), and instead she offered up a lovely review of what sounds like a lovely film.
There seems to be a whole genre of these films now, something that might be called a “whimsical biopic.” They tend to focus on harmlessly eccentric Brits who lived quirky lives and created memorable children’s book characters or the like.
Well, I’m all for them. Give me a rose-tinted view of historic Britishness any day!
With that, here is Audre’s review of 2004’s Finding Neverland: